Thursday I got a message from the ex. (So okay, his number is not listed in my phonebook anymore, but I still have his number memorized. It takes time to rewire the brain, you know.) He was looking for an iPod box, which I think is in Ilocos. I thought of saying I didn't know where the box was, or that I was too lazy or too busy to look for the box ( Read more... )

I'm supposed to be writing something sunny and funny and bright but right now Damien Rice singing his sorrows out is oozing out my speakers. Now that's what I call raw emotion. (nothing more emo than true emo wehehe ( Read more... )

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There's this feeling of discontent I can't shake. I feel so empty and I know why. I just don't know how to solve it.

chocnut asked me: honestly, nasasarapan ka ba magreminisce?. and my reply was ( Read more... )

My tears have the consistency of gel.

You'd cook me Itnok at 3am, when I'd be panicking for the class in the morning. Your cooking always tasted better ( Read more... )

New band I'm totally loving: Cloud Cult. I learned of this band from the iTunes celebrity playlist of Josh Radnor (Ted Mosby in How I Met Your Mother). I love the whole playlist. Most of the songs kind of sounds like The Decemberists, but there is a Bob Dylan track, and the other songs are somewhat more chipper and fun ( Read more... )

I've stumbled and fell flat on my face (right smack on the dog doo on the floor). Now I'm back up and walking again ( Read more... )

If there's one thing I hate, it's wasted time. I punch myself in the face for wasting precious minutes just watching TV or daydreaming, when that time could've been better spent doing homework. And then I chastise myself for taking the time to punch my face and mope when I could've just started doing something more productive ( Read more... )